cakeynuttyhead.

berfdays was the worst days-
.....until i started baking myself some turbo-hottness.
yeah!!!!
this time,
i took my double decker dopeness to eleven so hard,
well before the sun started shining.
mmhmm.
i get up early,
and i get crackin' on that activation as soon as i'm up and at 'em.
it's cooooooold outside,
but it's warm as F* in here,
with ovens and mixers and toasters and stoves all blazing away,
and imbuing ambient excellence into the interior.
uh-huh.
for my berfday,
i baked myself a fresh-to-death old man cake.
check the 39-years-of-this-sh!t-type teleport:

ka-BOOM!!
two coconutty circles of thick, rich, righteously moist cakey goodness,
glued together, and welded shut with a heavy coat of vegan marshmallowy
chocolate cocoa coconut creme frosting,
whipped into a frenzy, and full to bursting with all those flavors in full effect.
yep.
and that wasn't nearly enough,
because too much is the right amount,
especially on a berfday-
so there's vanilla accents in betterthanevercreme bloppity bordering,
and toasted fancy non-poor-person-style coconut sprankles.
that's the way i like it,
so that's the way i made it.
executive control,
and full creative focus,
fresh ingredients,
fully formed battleplans,
and a big ol' blast of sweeter than sweetness?
what else would there be?
i'm reppin' all the things that make the Folk Life & Liberty Test Kitchen
such a damned expert place to create treats.
this one's for me, and i'm gonna terrorize it with enthusiasm...
but,
if i see you, tomorrow,
maybe you can share a slice with me.
you have to sing happy berfday, though.
rules is rules.
thirty nine years,
in a row,
of being the worst one,
and being the best at it.
a jolly good fellow i'm not,
but a woodsly goodfella i just might be;
never quiet, never soft.....